WHAT’S UP WITH BODY IMAGE? COPYRIGHT, 2018, FRANCES METZMAN

So, you’re older now. What’s up with body image? A few more wrinkles, body parts going south? I overheard a man tell his wife to cover up her cleavage. He didn’t like to see wrinkly-skinned breasts. Well, this doofus had a pot belly and drooping jowls.

What we need to do is develop a healthy attitude toward this aging process and body image. Our bodies all start changing beginning around our 40s and the changes just keep on coming. We may exercise – which helps, eat healthfully – also helps. And it’s very good to participate in some athletic regimen; workouts, jogging or minimal athleticism such as bocce or pickle ball. It’s not only good for your body and mind but adds socialization as well. But we can’t nor should we worry about the progression of time.

It’s more than a full-time job trying to be Barbie and totally unnecessary. I say flaunt those bodies not resembling what many refer to as body-beautiful. Just having the attitude that you love your own body and exude confidence in yourself people will more than likely focus on the positive and secure person you are. Give them positive body language. Go with what you have and strut your stuff. 

I knew a woman who was riddled with arthritis. In her 60’s she was diagnosed with Rheumatoid Arthritis. For years she hung her head, kept her hands in her pockets and isolated herself. Then one day at around 65 she snapped off the TV and had an awakening. Why should she care that her knuckles had gnarled and she’d begun to shuffle. She had her mind that functioned beautifully but isolating herself had flung her into an endless black hole of depression.

What did she do? First was a regimen of exercise at rehab and then gym where she met other people who had various illnesses. They told her they were using exercise to stick a finger in the dam and many were successful at staving off progression. Next, she decided to return to her old passion of dancing. Some rolled their eyes when she told them her desire.  Ignoring the looks of doubt and pity, she threw herself into dance. She especially loved the cha-cha. With each step, her back notched straighter until she threw her head back, and tossed her hair over her shoulder. Her body rhythm was exquisite and the twinkle in her eyes beamed enough to light up any room. It can’t cure the disease, but she felt great.

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